Driok
Iwas expecting Maggie to be pleased. It is not dead as she asked.
Instead she stares at it, arms folded.
“Isn’t this cheating?” she asks.
I look over the food dispenser. “I found it in this sector and it is functioning. How is that cheating?”
“You found it in this sector.” Maggie looks around her, her movements far more exaggerated than they need to be. “This sector?”
“Some of this area was inhabited once.”
“Then why are we roughing it in a cave?”
“The areas where there is tech are not safe.”
“That could literally mean anything. I’d take warm and dry over dripping and windswept any day.” Maggie glares at me.
I cock my head on one side. “My sector is warm and dry, plus there are plenty of functioning food dispensers along with an entire kitchen at your disposal.”
“I do not belong to you, Driok. You don’t get to drag me off to your sector by my hair.”
“I would never do any such thing,” I growl. “If any male has done this to you, tell me who, and I will ensure he does not walk again.” I look over her hair. It seems unaffected by such a barbaric act. “No doubt you will have envenomated the male who did such a thing.”
Maggie opens her mouth, shuts it, and then opens it again. Then she holds up a finger. Shuts her mouth, drops her hand by her side.
Could this be some sort of mating dance humans do?
“Yes, I would have envenomated any male who got that close,” she says, her mouth twitching. “That’s what I do. I envenomate males.”
“You didn’t envenomate me.” I find myself grinning at her.
“Rookie mistake,” she grumbles. “Anyway how do we get this thing to work?” she adds as my brow creases at the word which doesn’t translate.
“All Sarkarnii food dispensers have built-in power sources,” I respond with a swell of pride. “This one is no different.”
I punch in the relevant codes to provide a protein rich and nutritious meal for my mate. The dispenser makes a grinding sound for a few moments and then ceases functioning.
“Well, this has been interesting,” Maggie says, collecting her coat from a nearby rock. “But if you don’t mind, I’m going to go now.”
She takes a pace away from the cave, but I have her, caged against the rough wall, her sweet, lush body pressed between me and the stone.
“I cannot let you go.”
“You will.” She glares at me, but there’s something in her eyes, something which makes me back away instantly.
I do not wish to be envenomated.
“I mean, you should give me the chance to prove myself to you, my mate,” I say, unsure of exactly where the words are coming from. “I am Driok, Sarkarnii warlord, a member of the High Bask and descendant of the great General Draxx. I am a good choice for a mate.”
Maggie’s shoulders drop slightly and she pushes away from the rock face.
“Okay, so let’s say I’m open to you proving yourself,” she says. “Without envenomating you…today,” she adds. “You’re going to have to do better than this”—Maggie sweeps her arm at the cave and the food dispenser—“this barbarian act, because I’m not buying it.”
“You do not have to purchase any of this,” I respond. “I have it all for you, for free.”
“What do I get if I do actually purchase? Is it better than a draughty cave and a lump of metal which makes funny noises?”
“And what would you use for credits?” I lean against the food dispenser, which rocks slightly, putting me off balance, but I recover easily.
“Credits?”
“For your purchases.” My fangs extend.
Maggie narrows her eyes. As far as I am aware, the females who we have found in our midst do not have access to jewels or credits. Although I have, clearly, been away for some time. Perhaps she does have something to offer.
“I can find something,” she says cagily. “To pay for what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
“Not a cave and a broken food dispenser,” Maggie says with a huff of breath.
“Perhaps you would prefer a hot spring and a soft beach to lie on.” I raise my eyebrows.
I know what females like.
“Perhaps you’d like a kick between the legs?” Maggie says evenly. “Because you do not have that.”
“And what if I did?”
My cock, already unruly in her presence, is pushing at my pouch at the very thought of her doing anything between my legs.
“If you had…” Maggie puts her finger on her chin. “If you had a hot spring, a beach, and then a really pretty hut with proper food, then I might be prepared to…”
I find I’m leaning forward even though I don’t mean to.
“Not kick you between the legs.”
My cock genuinely does not know what to do. It makes the executive decision to de-pouch and press hard against the fabric of my pants, making movement somewhat uncomfortable.
“Perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement if I can provide you with what you want,” I purr.
“That is as creepy as hell, Driok,” Maggie responds. “You may as well tell me what sort of payment you want, and I’ll decide if it’s worth paying.”
“As you’ve no credits…” I eye her carefully and there’s no sign she has any. “Then what I would like is the way you put your mouth on me the last time we mated.”
Maggie blinks. “What?”
“I want you to put your mouth on mine, like when we mated.”
Because it’s something which has been haunting my every sleeping moment and most of my waking ones. It was so risky and very much worth it. I need it like I need accelerant to produce fire. Mating Maggie’s mouth again would be a dream come true.